I looked out this moring eight inches of snow
What beauty in the winds the flakes do flow
Two hours later it is still snowing
The beauty kids playing white glowing
Now it has been four hours I have enough of this
It was allright just a late winter kiss
The weather person said it well turn to rain
Lets bring on spring this is insane
It is like a beautul woman in youth so pretty
But as the wrickles begin to show it get downright gritty
Pick on me girls the Petticoat dictator will show me no pity